"Mom, are you happy?"
Fang Miaomiao looked at Wen Yan'an with teary eyes, "Am I happy?"
"Happy," Wen Yan'an nodded. "Mom, you were just acting, weren't you?"
"Pretty much," Fang Miaomiao saved the recording. "If I didn't play poor, do you think they would say a lot of things we wouldn't like to hear?"
Wen Yan'an smiled and said, "I know, Mom, your acting skills were amazing just now."
Those tears fell as soon as she said it, and her tone was full of sadness. He thought his mother was being bullied, but he didn't expect her to suddenly change her tune and say she was allergic to seafood.
Every time they ate, Mom ate the most. For the few days on the island, everyone was a bit tired of seafood, but Mom ate it with gusto.
"Young Master Wen Yan'an, not bad, quite clever."
"Mom, I don't think they'll stop there."
"What's there to be afraid of? After this phone call today, they won't contact me for at least a week, or even half a month," Fang Miaomiao said dismissively. "When they realize something is wrong and try to contact me later, we'll almost be at the filming site. What's there to fear?"
Wen Yan'an pondered for a moment, nodded thoughtfully, "Mom, you're amazing."
After receiving the compliment, Fang Miaomiao raised her eyebrows, "Learn well. When dealing with people you can't push or hit, just stall them, drag it out until they give up."
After all, she wasn't the one in a hurry.
Wen Yan'an nodded vigorously and looked at Fang Miaomiao with a smile, "I'll remember, Mom."
"Good boy."
Fang Miaomiao put down her phone. "Good son, Mom's going to sleep for a bit. If you can solve it yourself, do so. If not, trouble the nurse, and remember to be polite."
Without waiting for Wen Yan'an's reply, Fang Miaomiao closed her eyes and fell asleep.
"Okay." Wen Yan'an adjusted the indoor temperature slightly to be comfortable for Fang Miaomiao's sleep, then sat by the bed and continued reading.
For several consecutive days.
The two lived a leisurely, slacking off life in the hospital.
Returning to the apartment, Fang Miaomiao couldn't help but sigh about how wonderful those days were, though she did gain a little weight.
During her few days in the hospital, she gained three jin.
While she was in the hospital, Wen Zhiyan would video call her every mealtime, watching her finish eating before hanging up.
This... why wasn't the plot like the idol dramas she acted in?
In her idol dramas, the male lead would call the female lead every night when he was on a business trip, sweetly saying goodnight. Her current life was that her male lead called her every meal.
As long as she hadn't finished eating, he would watch her, and Lin Ma, who was waiting nearby, would ask if she didn't like the food today.
This made her smile reluctantly and continue to bury her head in her food.
Fang Miaomiao looked at herself in the vanity mirror, her cheeks slightly plump, and sighed.
"Madam, dinner is ready."
Looking at the dishes on the table, although it wasn't a royal feast, there were three dishes and one soup.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Wen Yan'an saw her not picking up her chopsticks and immediately went to her side, thinking she was unwell. "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do we need to go to the hospital?"
"I'm fine." Fang Miaomiao forced a bitter smile. "An'an, you're still young, you wouldn't understand."
Lin Ma smiled knowingly. "Madam, don't think too much. Your figure is perfectly normal. Besides, you've only just recovered from your injury. It's right to rest and recuperate during this time."
Only then did Wen Yan'an understand why his mother was sighing. He carefully moved in front of Fang Miaomiao, looking at her with very sincere eyes. "Mom, in my heart, you are the most beautiful. You're not fat at all."
Fang Miaomiao raised her hand and made a gesture, shaking her head with a look of despair. "I gained three jin in just three days in the hospital."
Three days, three jin, what did that mean?
She didn't dare to imagine.
"But, Mom, you're already very beautiful, and I don't think you looked better when you were thinner," Wen Yan'an frowned. "As long as you're healthy, that's what matters. Being too thin is bad for your body."
"And, Mom, aren't An'an eating with you?" Wen Yan'an cupped his face. "Mom, look, An'an is also getting fatter."
Seeing him cup his face, Fang Miaomiao's expression of despair instantly dissolved. "You child."
"Alright, Mom, in my heart, you are the most beautiful mom, and in Dad's heart, you are the most beautiful wife." Wen Yan'an picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork for Fang Miaomiao. "Besides, Lin Mama's cooking is really delicious. If Mom doesn't eat, Lin Mama might be sad."
"Yes, Madam, I'm earning such a high salary every day," Lin Ma quickly chimed in. "If I still can't let Madam eat well, I won't feel at ease with this money."
Fang Miaomiao's mouth twitched. She had only sighed about gaining weight, and these two were acting as if the sky was falling.
"I'll eat."
Fearing they would say more, Fang Miaomiao's spirit instantly revived.
Lin Ma watched Fang Miaomiao eat with gusto, then secretly smiled at Wen Yan'an. Wen Yan'an shook his head slightly and returned to his seat.
After dinner, Fang Miaomiao was playing with Wen Yan'an in the living room.
The video call rang.
It was Wen Zhiyan.
He answered.
"You're home today?"
"Didn't we tell you at dinner last night that we're being discharged this afternoon?"
Wen Zhiyan was silent for a moment. "Sorry, I've been too busy these past few days."
Fang Miaomiao noticed the dark circles under Wen Zhiyan's eyes. "You haven't slept well these past few days? Is the matter over there too tricky?"
"It's not exactly tricky," Wen Zhiyan rubbed his forehead. "It should have been over and I should have come back earlier."
Who knew that the Ran family would suddenly appear.
Thinking of the arrogant faces of the Ran family these past few days, Wen Zhiyan couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.
"Is it about the business in Xinhui?" Fang Miaomiao vaguely recalled something and asked casually.
"You know?"
"Pretty much."
She hadn't paid much attention, but it was from her previous life. There was a huge scandal in the Xinhui area of S City, involving collusion between officials and businesses, secret price inflation for malicious competition, and so on.
Because she wasn't very interested, she didn't remember it clearly, just had a vague impression. Since the dark web was based on the social structure of the time, it was highly likely that this matter would be included.
"Then come back."
"What?"
"I said, come back if you're tired." Fang Miaomiao sighed, choosing to partially conceal the truth. "The land in Xinhui is not compatible with the Wen Corporation."
Wen Zhiyan's eyebrows rose, and he leaned back in his wheelchair. "How come I didn't know Miaomiao had fortune-telling abilities?"
"There's a lot you don't know," Fang Miaomiao said triumphantly, then continued, "I can't guarantee it's 100% accurate, but my gut feeling tells me something is wrong there."
"Okay, I'll listen to Miaomiao. I'll come home tomorrow."